Job 33:19
He chasteneth hym with sickenesse vpon his bedde, he layeth sore punishement vpon his bones:
He chasteneth hym with sickenesse vpon his bedde, he layeth sore punishement vpon his bones:
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20So that his lyfe may away with no bread, and his soule abhorreth to eate any dayntie meate:
21In so much that his body is cleane consumed away, and his bones appeare which before were not seene.
22His soule draweth vnto the graue, and his lyfe to death.
22But while his fleshe is vpon him, it must haue sorowe: and his soule shall mourne within him.
16Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
17My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
18For the vehemencie of sorowe is my garment chaunged, whiche compasseth me about as the coller of my coote.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
18And kepe his soule from the graue, and his life from the sworde.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
5He hath buylded rounde about me, and closed me in with gall and trauaile.
3God wyll comfort hym when he lyeth sicke vpon his bed: thou O God wylt turne vpside downe all his bed in his sicknesse.
11From his youth his bones are full of pleasures, but now shall it lye downe within him in the earth.
17All the dayes of his lyfe also he dyd eate in the darke, with great carefulnesse, sicknesse, and sorowe.
14All the day long I haue ben scourged: and chastened euery mornyng.
13From aboue hath he sent downe a fire into my bones, and it burneth them cruelly: he hath layde a net for my feete, and throwen me wyde open, he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournyng.
16He hath smitten my teeth in peeces with stones, and roulled me in the dust.
18The Lorde hath greatly chastened me: but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
2For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.
3There is no helath in my flesh through thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones by reason of my sinne.
10For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
25Another dyeth in the bitternes of his soule, and neuer eateth with pleasure.
5Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
20The vngodly soroweth all the dayes of his lyfe as it were a woman with childe, and the number of a tirauntes yeres is vnknowen.
13His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
2Though my talke be this day in bitternesse, and my plague greater then my groning.
19Great are the troubles of the righteous: but God deliuereth him out of all.
20He kepeth all his bones: so that no one of them is broken.
3Therfore are my loynes fylled with sorowe, heauinesse hath taken holde vpon me as the panges of a woman that is trauaylyng: it made me stoupe when I heard it, and it vexed me when I sawe it.
6I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
7For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body.
1I am the man that thorowe the rodde of his wrath haue experience of miserie.
14I am as it were into water resolued, and all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart also is like waxe melted in the middest of my bowels.
15My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
24Trouble and anguishe wil make him afrayde, and compasse him about, as is a king in the middest of an armie.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
13I thought I woulde haue lyued vntyll the morowe, but he brused my bones lyke a lion: and in one day thou wylt make an ende of me.
17Behold, blessed is the man whom God correcteth, therefore refuse not thou the chastening of the almightie:
18For be maketh a wounde and he healeth: he smiteth, and his hande maketh whole againe.
21Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
12Hunger shalbe his strength, and destruction shalbe redye at his side.
39Wherefore then murmureth the liuing man? let hym murmure at his owne sinne.
13When I say, My bed shal comfort me, I shall haue some refreshing by talking to my selfe vpon my couch:
18Whose feete they dyd hurt in the stockes: the iron entred into his soule.
2Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
20My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my fleshe, onely there is left me the skinne about my teeth.
18He clothed hym selfe with cursing, as with his garment: and it hath entred into his bowels like water, and like oyle into his bones.
19O remember yet my miserie and my trouble, the wormewood and the gall.
3For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
35They haue beaten me shalt thou say and I was not sicke, they haue stricken me, and I felt it not: When I am well wakened, I wil go to the drinke again.